kiss the night

The visitor had reddish-brown curly hair, several shiny metal studs dangling from his ears, and his eyes were hung up. He looked at Yan Zhao with a half-smile, and before Yan Zhao could react, he had already leaned over and deeply touched his neck. Take a deep breath.

Yan Zhao was so frightened that he almost fell off the soft chair, he pushed the person in front of him away: "Who are you?"

"Oh, it's quite strong." The man opened his mouth, took a step back from Yan Zhao, shrugged his shoulders, and put a hand in front of Yan Zhao, "Quentin, Quentin Royce, let's be friends, Little Beauty of the East."

Yan Zhao ignored his outstretched hand, and looked at him vigilantly: "Are you from the fraternity?"

"No." Quentin retracted his hand on his own, his long and narrow eyes looked like a fox wagging its tail when it was bent, "You see, I don't look Asian, how could it be you? Helping kids set up something... fraternity people, it's a tired old trick."

Yanzhao's heart was pounding in his chest, and the person in front of him always gave him a sense of crisis, like a beast living alone smelling the danger of its own kind, which was a kind of physiological disgust.Although he didn't know where this sense of crisis came from, Yan Zhao decided not to talk to the person in front of him. He turned his eyes to the group of students who were having a carnival in the center of the dance floor, trying to find Si Qi's figure among them.

The environment is too dark, and the lights are constantly dancing, dazzling people's eyes.

Before Yanzhao's search was over, a voice suddenly sounded close to his ear: "Who are you looking for? Your human boyfriend?"

Yan Zhao's eyes widened, and he turned around, only to see that the man named Quentin jumped from his side to the soft chair behind him at some point, bent down, and put his lips two inches away from Yan Zhao's ear. place.

"Bastard!" Yan Zhao swears a swear word on a rare occasion, without even thinking about it, he pushed aside the crowd and walked towards the middle, trying to find Si Qi's figure.

However, the moment he raised his head, he suddenly saw a man and a woman hugging and kissing in the middle of the dance floor. The woman was in excellent shape, wearing a swimsuit with few pieces of fabric, and she looked like a boneless parasitic vine , clinging to the man's body, hooking his neck and eagerly offering a deep kiss.The figures of two people swayed with the music in the middle of the dance floor, so intense and urgent.

And that man is Si Qi.

Yan Zhao didn't dare to take a second look, he lowered his head and put his hands tightly by his side.

This is the first time he has seen Si Qi making out with others with his own eyes, although he has also thought about it, a man like Si Qi, of course, does not lack those men and women around him, and Si Qi himself has grown up long ago, this kind of thing goes smoothly , Of course there is nothing wrong with your love and my wish.

After all, Si Qi never promised him anything.

But seeing such a scene is another matter, Yan Zhao's mind was blank at that moment.

A sharp-eyed student next to him recognized Yan Zhao, laughed loudly, and shouted loudly: "Hey, Si Qi, you see that your little lover is still there, can you let Lili go for a while?"

Hearing this, Si Qi pushed the woman beside him away and walked towards Yan Zhao, his face flushed abnormally after being drunk, before Yan Zhao could say anything, he immediately hugged Yan Zhao and kissed him .

Yan Zhao's sense of smell seemed surprisingly sensitive at this time, he could smell the strong smell of alcohol on Si Qi's body, mixed with the sweet and cheap perfume of a woman, which made him feel almost physically sick to his stomach, and he couldn't bear it. Zhu pushed Si Qi away and retched against the wall next to him.

Yan Zhao's reaction was beyond everyone's imagination. Almost instantly, he felt those gloating eyes, as well as a few ridicules and whistles from around him.

Si Qi's face turned cold all of a sudden, and he became even more unscrupulous after being drunk, his eyes were cracked, he grabbed Yan Zhao's head and pressed it against the cold wall behind him, Yan Zhao felt a piercing pain in the back of his head, and he frowned , Painfully said: "I'm sorry... I, I didn't mean it, I'm not feeling well."

"Uncomfortable?" Si Qi smiled instead of anger, "That's right, I told you to come and accompany me, but I left you in the cold and didn't let you enjoy the fun of the party. I'll let you have a try today."

After finishing speaking, he picked up a glass wine bottle from the table next to him and asked the students watching the fun to open it. Afterwards, he took a big sip himself, grabbed Yan Zhao's head, and fed all the spirits into Yan Zhao mouth to mouth. In his mouth, one mouthful was not enough, he took one mouthful after another, and all the surrounding students had gathered to watch, they whistled and booed, and some even clamored for them to take off their clothes on the spot.

Yan Zhao was drunk with a few mouthfuls of spirits. He had never been exposed to alcohol before. He just felt like balls of fire entering from his mouth, sliding down his esophagus into his stomach, and burning his whole body. Faint and hurt.

"No... no." While Yan Zhao was pushing, he suddenly saw Quentin with reddish-brown curly hair standing behind the crowd, looking at him with the corners of his mouth bent, as if to say, "Look, you escaped a One kind of fear, consciously jumped into another kind of fear", it was really pitiful, Yan Zhao closed his eyes and did not resist any more.

Fortunately, Si Qi drank a lot of wine himself, and soon lost his strength. He let go of Yan Zhao, rubbed his hair twice like stroking the head of a puppy, and said, "Be obedient, Zhao Zhao, I You like to be obedient."

Yanzhao fled in despair, he thought, Si Qi was just talking nonsense after being drunk, and he didn't like him.

No matter how hard Yanzhao works and how obedient he is, Si Qi still doesn't like him if he acts submissively and obediently in front of him. Most people will not get everything in this life, he will not cherish anything, he only loves himself.

There was a strange smell in the air, like the smell of smoke, and it was more disgusting and greasy than the smell of smoke.

Yan Zhao turned his head and looked at the crowd again, and suddenly realized that the group of students in swimsuits had abnormal redness on their faces, and the way they closed their eyes and shook their heads, while the group of young bodies were entangled together, and some people even lost their clothes. .

The word "corrosion" is no longer enough to describe the scene Yan Zhao is seeing right now.

He didn't dare to turn his head, and ran outside, without even having time to think about whether he knew the way he came from.The twisting and turning corridors, flashing pink and blue lights of fluorescent tubes, pieced together a chaotic picture in Yan Zhao's mind. For some reason, in such chaos, he seemed to see that person in a trance. Mr. Duke with long blond hair held a glass of bright red liquid in his hand, and brought the glass to Yan Zhao's lips.

"Drink it, my boy."

Yan Zhao was in a trance, and a second before he fell to the ground, someone reached out and caught him.

The man had a reassuring smell of roses, Yan Zhao desperately raised his head, opened his eyes and saw the man clearly - it was Duke Laurentine.

Is this... hallucination?

"What's wrong?" Laurentine took the man into his arms unhurriedly, and said distressedly, "Why are you so embarrassed every time I see you, Zhao."

Yan Zhao met his gem-like eyes, and suddenly found that in the darkness, those eyes seemed to be shining with a dark red light. He subconsciously stretched out his hand, wanting to bring that face closer to him, so that he could See clearly, he murmured: "Sir, your eyes."

Laurentine smiled and did not answer his question.

"You have an unpleasant smell, child."

"I'm sorry..." Yan Zhao's consciousness was blurred. He felt that his whole body was in severe pain, but he didn't want to lose his composure in front of this Mr. Duke (of course, he is also his teacher now), so he could only force himself to want to stand up straight.

However, in the next second, Yan Zhao was caught in Laurentine's arms. The Duke supported his back with one hand and rested his other hand on the hollow of his knee, as if he was just hugging him. a kitten.

Yan Zhao's feet left the ground and lost his balance. Although Yan Zhao was weak all over, he subconsciously put his arms around Laurenting's neck to prevent himself from falling.

"Sir!" he exclaimed.

"Sleep, kid." Laurentine ignored him, and walked out with Yan Zhao in his arms, "It's not you who needs to apologize."

The duke's voice seemed to have some magical hypnotic effect, or the numbness brought by alcohol overwhelmed Yan Zhao. When Laurenting's voice fell, he really closed his eyes, unconsciously The blond duke fell asleep in his arms.